Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.